Cancer?

I’ve been quite busy lately and neglecting my new found reasoning against boredom. Now that I have a found a few moments in my wonderful day, let’s get this party started.

Cancer?

Just a moment ago I was watching my local news program and a story on cancer research came on. It discussed that cancer deaths are declining and cure research is behind this decrease. Now I don’t smoke, I don’t chew, I don’t do drugs, and I don’t roll around in asbestos. Since I don’t do these things, then why do I have to worry? Well, it seems like every time I turn on my television, or pick up a news paper, some person somewhere has discovered another thing that causes cancer. WTF? Seriously, I can’t smell buttery popcorn or talk on my cellular phone. If I don’t want cancer I need to stick my self in a fucking bubble and sit there. And for nourishment I’ll shove an IV into my arm. Then they’ll discover that the metal in the needle and the shit my bubble is made of causes cancer. I have come to the conclusion that EVERYTHING FUCKING CAUSES CANCER. I have stopped caring. If everything I consume, touch, or even smell has the possibility to give me cancer, then I am over it. Fuck the cancer scare. If I’m going to get it, I’m going to get it. If the research has told me anything it’s not telling me how to protect myself from cancer, rather it’s telling me that if I get it I have a good chance of living. I think we should stop being told don’t eat this or don’t touch that. It’s really only making people paranoid to go on with their everyday lives.

I’m not against the research. I’m not angry at those who have it; and I wish them all well. I just find that hearing about its causes over and over again is annoying. It’s just my personal feelings on the subject.

and for the record, I do donate and support the research for a cure.

I feel that the way information is brought public should be handled in a different manner.